St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-10-02
young man, ruddy and smiling, hanging

young man, ruddy and smiling, hanging
near the fireplace.
IAN unsupportable smell issued from
the bed. l lifted the counterpart and
took the hand of BalZac. 1t was
clanmy. pressed it. He did not re-
spond to the pressure. This was the
same room in which had come to see
cheerful, full of hope, having no doubt
of his recovery, showing las swelled
limbs and laughing. We had a
long conversation and political dis
pute. He called me his demagOgue.
He was Legitimist. He said to me:
How have you so quietly renowned
the little of peer of France, the best
after that of king of France?' He also
said: Il have the house of M. Gle Beau
jon without the garden. but with the
seat in the little church at the corner of
the street. A door in my staircase
opens into this church; one turn of the
of the seat than of the garden
When was about to leave he conducted
me to the staircase with great difficulty,
and showed me the door, and then he
called out to his wife: Mind you show
Hugo all my paintings
1.-THE nurse said to me: He will die
at daybreak.'
Il came down stairs, bearing in mind
the liyid face. Crossing the dining
room found the bust impossible, inn
movable, naughty, vaguely radiant, and
I COMPARED DEATH WITH MINOR
TALITY. Fi'
i"Wben l reached home it was Sum
/ day. / found many people awaiting
me, among others RiZa-Bey, the Turk
ish charge d'affaires; Navarette, the
Spanish poet, and Count Arrivabene,
the eXiled Italian. 1 said to them:
Gentlemen, Europe is on the point of
losing a great SOUL
t"He died in the night. He was fifty
one years old. They buried him on
Wednesday. He lay first in the Beau
jon chapel, and he was carried thither
by the door, the key of which was more
precious to him than all the beautiful
gardens Of the former 'fermier gen.
very day of his death. They wished to
mould his mask, but could not; decOm-
position was too rapid. The day after
his death, in the morning, the model
erS who came found his face deformed
and the nose fallen upon the cheek.
They put him in an oak and lead coffin.
The service was performed at Saint
Philippe de ROule. AS l stood by the
coffin l remembered that there my sec
ond daughter had been baptized. and /
had not been i'll the church since. In
our memories death touches birth. The
minister of the interior, Baroche, came
to the funeral. He was seated by me
in the church, near the bier, and from
time to time he spoke to me. He said:
He was a distinguished man. / re-
piled: He was genius 4lai b40S
1.-The procession trayersed paris and
went by way of the bOulevafds.to Pere
la Chaise. A few drops of rain fell
when we were leaving the church and
when we reached the cemetery. 1t was
one of those days when it seems that
the heavens must shed tears. We
walked all the way. l proceeded in
front of the coffin, holding one end of
the silver tassel of the pail; Alexandra
Dumas was on the other side.
''When we came to the grave, which
was some distance up the hill, we found
an immense crowd. The road was rough
and narrow; the horses had some diff
Guilty in pulling the hearse. which rolled
back again. I found myself imprisoned
between wheel and tomb, and was
who were standing on the tomb helped
me up.
''The coffin was lOweTe into the grave,
which is close to those of Charles Nodier
and of Casimir Delavigne. The priest
said the last prayer, and spoke a few
words. AS l was speaking the sun set.
All Paris appeared in the distance, en-
velOped in the splendid haze of the set
ting orb. The earth began to fall into
the grave at my feet, and I was inter-
rupted by the dull sound of this earth
dropping on the coffin"
D. G. WILLoUGHBY. 81